Me Lyrics

Me

by Rob Roper 2008


Dedicated to all those who daydream while doing their day jobs.

Sitting in a cube, like in a Dilbert cartoon
everyday
Oh, but in my mind, I'm drinking wine
sitting at a sidewalk cafe

Chorus:
So here I am
Working for The Man
Staring at a screen
But this ain't me
This ain't me
This ain't me.

Me is in Paris, walking down the street
with Amelie
Me is on a train, on my way to Spain
or Italy

Chorus:
But here I am
Working for The Man
Staring at a screen
But this ain't me
This ain't me
This ain't me.

Me is on skiis, flying past the trees
on the snow
Me is on stage, singing songs of pain
and hope

Chorus:
So here I am
Playing my guitar
In this little bar
Ah, this is me
This is me
This is me.

You Could Have Had Me

by Rob Roper 2008


This shouldn't require any explanation.

You could have been happy
You could have had me
But you went for him
And I was just a friend
So I have no sympathy
For your latest tragedy
You're a fool, you can't see
You could have had me

You like the pretty ones
Not the loving ones
But they don't need you
They get bored and they leave you
So I sip my beer
But I won't shed a tear
'Cause you never see
You could have had me

Bridge:
Oh, you say you'll change
But I know it's not true
You see, I understand
Yes, I understand
Cause I'm just like you

You'll find another
Just like the others
And you'll try to change him
But you can't, so you'll blame him
We only want
what we can't have
what can never be
You could have had me
You could have had me
You could have had me.

Like a Child

by Rob Roper 2008


We all have a logical and an emotional side of the brain. The "heart" is a universal metaphor for the emotional side. When "the heart" suffers, the logical side of the brain tries to tell it that it's being foolish, but the heart is childish and stubborn and won't listen.

She took off for Biloxi, with a banjo on her back
and left me here in Denver, trying to understand
I heard thunder in the distance, but I never thought it'd rain
and now you say, you'll be ok

Chorus:
But try and explain that to my heart
It cries when it's left out in the dark
Like a child, it wants to have its way
everyday, and feel no pain
(hey-hey-hey)

Well, I've got a friend, all she does is cry
'cause he won't return her calls, and she don't know why
She showed me the pictures, of that beach in Mexico
I tried to say, you'll be ok, (but she said...)

Chorus:
Try and explain that to my heart
It cries when it's left out in the dark
Like a child, it wants to have its way
everyday, and feel no pain
(hey-hey-hey)

Most good things come to an end
That's the way it's always been
Just listen to your brain, it's easy to explain
So what's wrong? Just move on

Chorus:
But try and explain that to your heart
It cries when it's left out in the dark
Like a child, it wants to have its way
everyday, and feel no pain
(hey-hey-hey)

I Miss Me (for Mary)

by Rob Roper 2005


From a story my friend Mary told me. A relationship that you know you shouldn't get into, but you do it anyway, then pay the consequences.

It wouldn't have been so bad
if it hadn't been so good
Or if you could have ended it
the way a man should
But you showed me the sunshine
then you left me in a fog
You took me to the mountaintop
and then you pushed me off

I knew the risk was high
Oh that was plain to see
You said, "I want to share the world with you"
I said, "You're not ready for me"
But like a silly little school girl
I surrendered all to love
'cause I never felt like this before
I never gave so much

Bridge:
Now it seems that I'm disposable
So easy to forget
Like an empty bottle thrown from your car
As you move on to the next

Now I feel just like a tree in winter
that's lost all of its leaves
And I wonder will I'll bloom again?
Will I ever see the Spring?
Because I miss the way I used to feel
the woman I used to be
But I don't miss you anymore
I miss me
I miss me

Daddy's Little Girl (for Lori)

by Rob Roper 2004


I wrote this at my first Song School in Lyons, Colorado in 2004, as a project for Paul Reisler's Directing Writing class. Paul pairs you up with someone, you share stories about something in your life, and you write a song about the other person's story. I was paired up with a young woman named Lori, and this song is from the story she told me. Half of the lyrics are from things she told me, the other half I just made up. (That's legal in songwriting. There's a songwriting saying, "Don't let the facts get in the way of the truth.) It was this experience, and the writing of this song, that gave me confidence that I could write songs.

Driving through the cornfields, up Highway 65
Headed for Chicago, leavin' Indy behind
Daddy cried when he kissed me
Stuck a hundred in my pocket
said, "Always close the door, honey
"and don't forget to lock it"
"don't ever take a taxi
"don't forget to phone"
Daddy's little girl, is leavin' home
I'm leavin' home, leavin' home

Feelin' like a goldfish, stuck in a bowl
Dropped into the ocean, don't know where to go
I'm on the 7th floor, 2nd door
Room enough, for all my stuff, oh yeah
Open up the window
Hear the taxis groan
Daddy's little girl, is all alone
I'm all alone, all alone.

(Bridge)
Sittin' on my balcony
Thinkin' 'bout my family
Looking out at Wrigley Field
Wondering what's the big deal
Thought I heard the phone ring
Then I hear the people sing:
"Take me out to the ballgame
"Take me out to the crowd"

I'm gonna call me a taxi, gonna go downtown
Time to step up to the plate
And have a look around
Gonna find me the bright lights
Find the open mic nights
Met me a Cubs fan
Maybe a husband
I'm swimmin' in the city now, free to roam
Dadddy's little girl, is all grown
I'm all grown, and I ain't never goin' home
Well, maybe for Christmas